Ellie Holcomb - May the words

^AMay t^Ehe ^F#mwords of my m^Douth ^Aand the medit^Dations of my h^Beart ^{E Bm} Be ac^Bm7cepta^F#mble in Your sigh^Bm7t Oh^D, Lord, my ^Arock Yo^Du are my ro^Ack Oh, ^DLord, my rock and my re^Edeeme^Ar

Oh, the hea^Dvens, they declare what You have d^Aone And the d^Dark is chased away by the r^Aising s^Eun But e^Dven in the darkest nights the ^F#mstars shine ^Eon ^BmCreation sings ^Eredemption's song

^AMay t^Ehe w^F#mords of my m^Douth ^Aand the medit^Dations of my h^Beart ^{E Bm} Be ac^Bm7cepta^F#mble in Your sigh^Bm7t Oh^D, Lord, my ^Arock Yo^Du are my ro^Ack Oh, ^DLord, my rock and my re^Edeemer^A

Oh, You sh^Dine Your perfect light into my s^Aoul Resto^Dring all the innocence transg^F#mression s^Etole Co^Dvering my brokenness with a^F#mll Your l^Eove ^BmSo I can join red^Eemption's song

^AMay t^Ehe w^F#mords of my m^Douth ^Aand the medit^Dations of my h^Beart ^{E Bm} Be ac^Bm7cepta^F#mble in Your sigh^Bm7t Oh^D, Lord, my ^Arock Yo^Du are my ro^Ack Oh, ^DLord, my rock and my red^Eeeme^Ar

Oh, ^F#mLord, my ^Arock ^DYou are my ^Arock Oh, ^DLord, my rock and my red^Eeeme^Ar